After I stopped trying, a rich woman trained me into a demon emperor.

The gray fog was still churning, but it was no longer so thick that one couldn't see their own hand in front of their face; it had become thinner.

Zhou Ran led the Su sisters and the talkative mushroom spirit, following the shortcut secretly pointed out by the ancient monk before his departure, and quickly passed through the most dangerous core area.

As they moved away from that forbidden land that Ye Futian called "Guixu".

The oppressive, deathly aura that had chilled people to the bone finally dissipated.

The Su sisters followed Zhou Ran closely, not missing a single step.

When I looked at that figure in front of me again, all my previous fear had vanished.

Initially, they viewed Zhou Ran as a rich young master, a devil, and themselves as "power banks" forced to work.

But now, Su Qingling's gaze was fixed on the back of the man in front of her, and she even felt an urge to get closer to him.

It's a sense of dependence etched into your very bones after being completely conquered by absolute power.

Her "Tidal Holy Body" developed an instinctive desire for Zhou Ran's supreme yang demonic energy.

Like an attraction from the depths of one's blood, like a moth drawn to the only spark.

"Sis, I'll go ahead and protect you!"

Su Qingling lowered her voice, her gaze constantly drifting towards Zhou Ran.

"You better behave yourself!"

Su Qingwu scolded in a low voice, how could her younger sister's little thoughts escape her notice?

But she couldn't help but quicken her pace, wanting to get closer to the man.

Just then.

Bai Xuan, who was leaning on Zhou Ran's shoulder analyzing the composition of the illustrations in "Jin Ping Mei", paused in his speech.

Its shrunken white cap spins rapidly, and its tiny black eyes, the size of mung beans, reveal cunning.

"Boss, there's a human scent up ahead."

Bai Xuan lowered its unique, hoarse voice, which sounded particularly lewd.

"The smell is mixed, with the sour stench of insects from those people in southern Xinjiang, mixed with the fishy smell of the seafood market and the foreign odor of cheap perfume."

Zhou Ran didn't stop walking, she tugged at the corner of her mouth, but there was no warmth in it.

"it is good."

He chuckled softly, his eyes eerily calm.

After passing through the last withered banana grove, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

A massive canyon entrance stretched out before us, with sheer cliffs on both sides as if carved by a knife and axe, and in the middle was the only passage leading to the place where the dragon blood grass grew.

At this moment, two groups of people gathered on the open ground at the entrance of the canyon, and the atmosphere was tense.

On the left is a mysterious figure draped in a long black robe, with centipedes, scorpions, and other venomous insect totems embroidered on the cuffs and collar.

It was the local powerful clan of Southern Xinjiang, Black Witch Village.

The leader was an old man with a hunched back, leaning on a cane with a menacing snake head, his eyes as sinister as an owl.

Beside him stood a beautiful young woman.

It was Xiao Rou, the Miao girl who had been spying on Zhou Ran from afar.

On the right side, the crowd was mixed.

There were remnants of the previously scattered Scorpion Clan, as well as several tall, blond-haired, blue-eyed foreign superhumans.

They were well-equipped, and their bodies surged with energy fluctuations of lightning and gales.

The two groups were initially facing off, clearly vying for control of the area.

Upon hearing footsteps behind them, everyone turned their attention to them.

When Zhou Ran emerged from the mist unharmed, leading two stunning beauties and carrying a lively mushroom on each shoulder, everyone present froze.

In their view, even immortals would be skinned alive if they entered that forbidden area, so how could these people have come out unharmed?

Not only was he alive, but even the hem of his clothes showed little sign of being disheveled!

How is this possible?!

"Wow, it's getting lively here?"

Zhou Ran stopped in his tracks, his gaze slowly sweeping across the entire room before finally settling on the few foreigners, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"I came out at just the right time, just in time to see a good show."

The old priest's fingers tightened suddenly on his cane.

In the end, I still couldn't avoid this person.

This young man arrived too fast!

The old priest made a quick decision, a smile appearing on his wrinkled face, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Zhou Ran.

"This young hero, who was able to return safely from the forbidden area, must be someone who is carrying a great opportunity."

"Dragon's Blood Grass belongs to the virtuous. Since you, young hero, have also taken a liking to it, we, the Black Witch Village, will not join in the fun!"

As he spoke, he turned to Xiaorou beside him and said in a deep voice:

"Xiao Rou, clear the area for this young hero!"

These foreign devils dare to cause trouble on our territory; let's not let them leave alive!

This tactic of using someone else to do one's dirty work while simultaneously extending a friendly gesture is masterful.

However, Xiao Rou, who was beside him, did not make a move immediately.

Those narrow, alluring eyes were now flashing with a morbid fervor.

Her tongue unconsciously licked her red lips, her gaze fixed on Zhou Ran, especially on his powerfully muscular arm.

Grandpa, this man...

I've got my eye on it.

Xiao Rou's voice was soft, yet it carried a chilling excitement.

"I want the dragon's blood grass, and I want him too."

The old priest's expression changed drastically, and he was about to reprimand him.

Meanwhile, foreign powers on the other side could no longer hold back.

The leader was a curvaceous blonde woman wearing a black, tight-fitting leather outfit, and a device in her hand was emitting a rapid beeping sound.

Her gaze didn't linger on Zhou Ran at all.

Instead, it locked onto Bai Xuan and the Zanpakuto in Zhou Ran's hand, whose aura was concealed.

"High-energy biological reaction!"

That mushroom's energy level is off the charts!

They are perfect experimental materials!

And that knife!

Kill him, then split the spoils equally!

At her command, several burly men behind her charged out with sinister smiles.

Some people conjured lightning with their hands, some people's bodies swelled up and they transformed into werewolves, and some people drew alloy battle swords, moving as fast as ghosts!

The Su sisters were terrified and instinctively tried to raise their protective spiritual light.

Zhou Ran stepped forward and shielded them behind her.

There was no smile on his face; his calmness was unsettling.

A suffocating calm before the storm.

He calmly rolled up the tattered sleeve of his left arm, revealing the black jade arm that gleamed with a metallic sheen.

Bai Xuan, who was perched on his shoulder, sighed knowingly, jumped down on his own, and hid behind a large rock.

It poked out half of its cap and shouted at the group of foreigners rushing towards it:

"Hey, you idiots over there, listen to Grandpa Jun's advice."

Kneel down and kowtow now, and call out "Grandpa, spare my life" three times, and maybe you can leave with a whole corpse.

My boss just got a new arm, and he's been looking for a place to practice his skills!

Fuck!

Go to hell!

The lightning ability user was completely enraged, and a thick lightning spear tore through the air, aiming straight for Zhou Ran's face.

Zhou Ran did not retreat but advanced.

"For the first battle of the Qilin Arm, I'll use you guys as a testament."

He stomped his left foot down sharply.

boom!

The earth cracked, and boulders shot out!

He transformed into a black cannonball, smashing through the lightning spear and charging fiercely into the crowd!

He did not draw his sword.

He simply and unpretentiously threw out his left fist.

Where the fist strikes, the air is sucked out, compressed, and then explodes!

A domineering black aura, accompanied by a roar from a primordial Qilin, exploded with a deafening roar!

Bang!

The werewolf at the forefront didn't even get a scream. His prized physical body shattered under the force of the punch, exploding into a cloud of blood mist in mid-air!

Next came the dual-wielding assassin, whose alloy sword struck Zhou Ran's arm and shattered into pieces on the spot!

Zhou Ran grabbed his head with his backhand, his five fingers like hooks.

Click.

It was so crisp, like crushing a raw egg.

Red and white liquids were spilled all over the ground.

A punch, a grab.

Two people were killed in an instant!

Amidst the billowing blood mist, Zhou Ran shook the blood off his hands.

His gaze swept past the group of horrified superhumans and landed on the blonde woman who was completely stunned.

He also looked at Xiao Rou, the Miao girl who was trembling slightly and whose eyes were filled with madness and excitement.

"Who's next?"